Cao Qiji looked stunned, and then took vigilance.

Suddenly, a buzzing sound came quickly, and under the great change in the expressions of the true disciples of the Zixiao Sect, they quickly surrounded them.

"How can there be so many mosquitoes?"

"Green back and blue wings, slight eyes, sure enough, it's a green mosquito!"

Cao Qiji looked startled, and said in a deep voice, "This is a unique spirit insect in the Heavenly Boat, a thousand of them can seriously injure the foundation building monk, if there are tens of thousands, even we will be hated!"

Sima Yuan's eyes were cold, and after his thoughts were conveyed, the sword light flashed, and after a few bursts of light, thousands of floaters fell.

Oh, a black curtain surged in the sky, as if there was a Ling Yan spirit pressing closer.

Cao Qiji's face changed, and he shouted, "It's not good, this is the arrival of the mosquito queen!"

Sima Yuan's expression was solemn, "It's too late."

His eyes flashed, and he asked the divine sword to disappear suddenly, and his heart was ruthless, and nearly ninety percent of his strength erupted.

In an instant, a terrible female spirit beast roared through the sky, Cao Qiji's body jumped, and an incense burner was thrown out, sprinkling a blazing spiritual light towards the green ant queen.

Cao Qiji pointed in a deep voice, "Collect!"

A beast-shaped object was immediately put into the furnace, and then there was a clang, and the lid of the furnace turned back with a bang, and it was firmly locked.

At this time, Sima Yuan's eyes turned to the left and stared at it.

A chuckle came, "Sima Daoyou, the poor Dao is polite." ”

But he heard a black mist shrouded in front of him, and there seemed to be a grimace in the disillusionment.

Cao Qiji gasped, "Demon Emperor Palace!"

Sima Yuan squinted, "The people of the Demon Emperor Palace? ”

The Zixiao True Legend, surrounded by countless green mosquitoes, was fighting on the boat below, and one after another ghost-like breaths slowly approached.

"Be careful, that's a ghost flower!"

Wang Lan suddenly shouted, but saw hundreds of white flowers and bones floating beside everyone, like human shapes, slowly floating, like ghosts.

There seems to be an aroma overflowing on it, and this aroma has nothing to do with the golden pill, but when the foundation building monk smells it, the spirit yuan is stagnant, and the mana is not smooth.

After Xiao Qi and Zhao Qianmo glanced at each other, they quietly covered their noses and avoided each other.

There were already several people on his side who were crumbling.

Such a scene naturally fell into Sima Yuan's eyes, and after he looked at the aura in front of him, the sword yuan on his body flowed, and the mighty sword qi erupted, heading straight for the Demon Emperor Palace.

"Please also ask Lord Cao Feng to protect all of you, and Sima will go to kill the enemy!"

As soon as the words fell, a sword qi came quickly, slashing at the black mist in Shu Diao's smile.

After a loud sound, the sword light disappeared into it and disappeared.

Sima Yuan squinted slightly, since he was a demon cultivator, he naturally focused on the demon soul, and his breath was suspected to be in the middle stage of spiritual cultivation.

After a period of calculation in his heart, a three-foot long sword appeared in his hand, and after the idea was passed down, the sword body suddenly turned dark.

After Shu Diao was silent for a while, "Zixiao Soul Slayer Sword?"

Sima Yuan raised his eyebrows, "It's unexpected that Daoist Shu Diao is so familiar with my Zixiao Spirit Treasure. ”

The sword qi was vertical and horizontal, splitting the black mist.

A cold snort came out, and he walked away invisibly.

Sima Yuan's face did not change color, and he slashed back slightly.

There was a sound of swords colliding, and the other party seemed to be in pain.

After Sima Yuan inhaled deeply, the qi in his body did not converge anymore, and it spread out!

There seemed to be an exclamation, "Top-grade Jindan!"

A hint of fierceness flashed in Sima Yuan's eyes, "How can you escape easily!"

Suddenly, a hundred zhang sword shadow was suspended in the air, and the vast air machine ran through a radius of a hundred miles!

Within a hundred miles, only under the shroud of Sima Yuan!

He shouted, "Slash!"

In an instant, Shu Diao shouted and fled, and the black mist turned into a thousand ghosts, quickly sweeping away in all directions.

Sima Yuan stretched out his fingers and flicked them, as if thousands of sword qi were following him, slashing them one by one.

Suddenly, the meaning of a knife in the back like a stab in the back suddenly came.

He frowned and exclaimed, "How daring!"

His figure turned around, and the long sword didn't have time to swing it, and it blasted out with a punch.

A black robe fell out of the black mist, and there seemed to be a look of surprise on his face, and he was immediately relieved, and said with a smile, "The top-grade golden pill is really extraordinary!"

Immediately, Sima Yuan's pupils shrank, and a dangerous aura immediately burst.

His body retreated suddenly, and a loud laugh came from his ears, "Sima Daoyou's name is well deserved, Shu Diao admires it, this time it's just a small test, you and I will meet at the top." ”

Cao Qiji on his side rushed over, his face solemn, "The people of the Demon Emperor Palace are also involved, looking at their posture, they seem to be prepared." ”

Sima Yuan's gaze was far away, "It seems that this time the West Hades Hall is really going to be born." ”

Cao Qiji took a deep breath, and there seemed to be shock and horror on his face.

The ruins of the Western Underworld Sect have long been swept away by the six factions, and only this Heavenly Ascending Boat is difficult to shake.

Except for the sect master of the Western Netherworld Sect who had disappeared for more than a thousand years, the others were immediately defeated.

And in addition, it is to control the core of the Heavenly Boat, the Western Immortal Heavenly Temple!

However, since the disappearance of the Spirit God Heavenly Realm Sect Master, he has also been hidden in the void, and he cannot be forced out unless he is a spirit god.

I have entered several times in the past, but I have never found that the West Underworld Temple was born, but now I am fortunate enough to have a glimpse of its true face?

Cao Qiji's gaze moved upward, "The Demon Emperor Hall is the inheritance of the Heavenly Demon Hall in the past, and since they have waded into this troubled water, they will not be observant if they want to come to the Holy Spirit Sect. ”

Sima Yuan muttered to himself, "The wind and clouds are gathering."

Ascending the Heavenly Boat, the second floor, in front of the formation gate.

Spirit Beast Pavilion, Fantasy Dream Xuan Jindan, and Digital Jindan stood side by side in the middle stage.

The veil figure on Yuan Weizhi's side was wearing colorful sleeves, and the gold and silver were stacked on top of the towering bun, graceful and luxurious, and the temperament was shocking.

It was Murong Xuan, the master of the Dream Xuan Biyun Nunnery.

However, at this moment, Murong Xuan's eyes were angry, as if he wanted to devour people and eat, and the gaze that looked at Yuan Weizhi was particularly hateful.

It seems that his breath is imprisoned, as if he has been captured alive.

Her chest fluctuated, and she gritted her teeth and said, "The Yuan Pavilion Lord is so ruthless, and the little sister treats you as a Taoist friend." ”

Yuan Weizhi turned a deaf ear, and his sleeves waved.

A figure exuding a ghostly aura beside him suddenly turned his head, "The Daoist friend of the Holy Spirit Sect has made a move."

His eyes were indifferent, his face was like forty, and a three-foot black sword was clenched in his hand at his waist.

The magic sword is comparable to the middle stage of Jindan, and its cultivation is even more unfathomable, as if it is on a par with Yuan Weizhi, a strong man in the later stage!

Yuan Wei on the side said, "Tang Yin's strength at the beginning is not what it used to be, especially with the assistance of Xu Lingwei, it is comparable to the late stage of Jindan." ”

The mid-term existence of Chu Fan Jindan chuckled, "Uncle Daoyou will end up in person, no matter how powerful Tang Yinchu and his wife are, they will not be able to escape death." ”

Murong Xuan sneered a few times, "A bunch of fools."

Chu Fan raised his eyebrows, "Does the master of Murong Nunnery have objections?"

The crown was about to slap her.

Yuan Weizhi waved his hand to stop it, and chuckled, "Zhong Daoyou doesn't need to pay attention to this girl."

Suddenly, there seemed to be a concussive sound in the ears of several people.

Yuan Weizhi frowned slightly, Chu Fan squinted, and a hint of joy flashed in Murong Xuan's eyes.

Behind him, the true disciples of the Illusory Dream Xuan, led by Liu Qingsi, all fell asleep, being restrained, and life and death were not up to anyone.

And that Jin Dan existence was even more sluggish, as if he was seriously injured.

The four Jin Dan raised their heads in unison, but saw a person in a golden python robe indifferently stepping out of the formation gate, and his eyes fell on Chu Fan, whose expression had changed greatly.

Immediately, his gaze shifted, and he glanced at Yuan Weizhi and fell directly on Murong Xuan, his expression quietly relaxed.

And the four people below were like facing a great enemy, and there was a hint of shock in their eyes.

Chu Fan muttered to himself, "Impossible, impossible!"

The person who came was none other than Tang Yinchu, the palace master of the Xuanyuan Palace.

The face is square, majestic, not angry and self-imposing!

Tang Yinchu's figure disappeared, and Yuan Weizhi shouted, "Not good."

The three qi engines burst out and joined forces to block the enemy.

In an instant, a jade seal above the three of them suddenly enlarged, and the breathing effort turned into the size of ten zhang, and its power was comparable to the peak of the late Jindan.

Above the jade seal, a figure quietly emerged.

He had a grim face and looked down on the three people below.

Under the palpitations of the three people, Tang Yinchu pressed lightly, and the jade seal fell suddenly.

The killing machine plummeted, and it came in an instant.

Chu Fan's face changed greatly, and he suddenly withdrew.

Yuan Weizhi's face was gloomy and disappeared with hatred.

Only Wang Mian's eyes showed a ruthless look, and before leaving, he looked at Murong Xuan with murderous intent!

He raised his hand and slapped it towards Murong Xuan.

A roar of anger ran through the four directions, "Presumptuous!"

Wang Mian's eyes were rampant, and the ruthlessness became more and more obvious, and under the magic of Murong Xuan's eyes, applause rang out.

A scream rang out from the mouth of the crown.

Its body stiffened, and a figure behind it pressed the top of its head with an expressionless face, slamming it.

The crown looked frightened, and his breath was instantly disordered.

It let out a terrible roar, and its head exploded.

Flesh stains the void.

Yuan Weizhi and Chu Fan's faces were ugly, Tang Yinchu tapped Murong a few times, and a ghostly aura on his body instantly collapsed.

He stood with his hands in his hands, his expression was flat, "Do you want to die, just let the horse come!"

As soon as he finished speaking, his figure disappeared again.

Chu Fan and Yuan Weizhi roared, "Retreat!"

At the moment when the two disappeared, Tang Yinchu's figure appeared in his place, looking at the direction of the two escapes.

He glanced at the trembling True Transmission disciples who were kneeling and kowtowed like garlic.

Just as he was about to extinguish his mouth, his pupils suddenly shrank, and he immediately returned to Murong Xuan's side, and in his exclamation, he hugged his waist.

At the same time, with a flick of his robe, he rolled up those blushing Phantom Dream Xuan disciples and quickly swept away.

When his figure swept away ten miles away, a cold word came from afar, "Tang Daoyou said goodbye without saying goodbye, is it a little unreasonable?"

In Tang Yinchu's arms, Murong Xuan's face was pale, but he saw a majestic aura behind him approaching rapidly, as if he was about to catch up with him.

Tang Yinchu's face changed, and he took out a golden scroll, and his eyes showed a painful look.

In an instant, he threw it backwards, and there seemed to be blood stains on the scroll.

At the same time, a rapid voice sounded, "Explosion!"

There was a loud bang, blocking the breath behind him, and a muffled snort of dissatisfaction seemed to come.

Taking advantage of this moment, Tang Yin and the others turned into a streamer and disappeared completely.

After a while, an old man in a pale robe who was nearly fifty years old slowly revealed, and Yuan Weizhi and Chu Fan stood respectfully and silently behind him.

The old man's eyes were sharp, as if he was looking at a wolf.

He turned to look at Chu Fan, "Where is Zhong Daoyou now?"

After Chu Fan stirred up, he said respectfully, "Back to the Great Protector, the Great Protector is already on the fourth floor. ”

The Great Protector of the Holy Spirit Sect, named Uncle Tai, nodded slightly, and then his gaze fell on Yuan Weizhi's body, "Yuan Pavilion Master, don't come to harm." ”

Yuan Weizhi didn't dare to slack off, and said respectfully, "The great protector of the Dharma has not diminished back then, and Weizhi is respectful." ”

Although Yuan Wei's combat power is comparable to that of the late stage of Jindan, he is really invincible to the old late-stage masters, especially in front of this great protector whose power is no less than that of the Holy Spirit Sect Master's existence, he may not be able to defeat his strength for several rounds.

Tang Yinchu, the palace master of the Xuanyuan Palace, was in the late stage of Jindan at the same time, but it was still difficult for him to resist, and the strength of this Great Protector of the Holy Spirit Sect could be seen.

Uncle Tai immediately waved his hand and said, "Let's go, go see Zhong Lao'er."

The two of them didn't dare to slack off, and they were about to follow behind them with a foundation building existence.

Unexpectedly, Uncle Tai's eyes showed impatience, and with a wave of his robe, the ten true legends of the Spirit Beast Pavilion disappeared in an instant.

Yuan Weizhi's face changed greatly, and his heart was dripping blood.

Uncle Tai glanced at it, waved his hand and said, "The West Hades Temple is about to appear, so it's important to hurry." ”

After Chu Fan and Yuan Wei were stagnant, they quickly broke through the air with Uncle Tai.